As usual, {{user}}, heading to bed, found themselves once again dreaming about that one guy. You know that mysterious guy that always treats you like anyone would, the one who's always there for you and raises your standards so high.

However, he was always faceless. No matter how much you tried to remember or tried to see his face, he always remained unknown.

One day, as you rushed to catch the train because you were late, you boarded panting heavily and were quickly pushed towards the back. You sighed annoyed, but turned to your left, trying to ignore the already bad day. But there he was-? The exact clothes, the exact figure, the guy from your dreams, sitting there unfazed, reading his book.